John Green Quotes
I always wondered if there was a purpose to the universe, if there was a plan, if there was some sort of organizing factor, hopefully that I played a role in.
what i really want - and what i never get - is to be appreciated. do you know what it’s like to work so hard to make sure everyone’s happy, and to have not a single person recognize it
Colin thought about the dork mantra: sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. What a dirty lie.
If by that you mean that I dislike celebrity magazines, prefer food to anorexia, refuse to watch TV shows about models, and hate the color pink, then yes. I am proud to be not really a girl.
We landed, in fact, parallel to a canal, like there were two runways: one for us and one for waterfowl.
Here's to all the places we went. And all the places we'll go. And here's to me, whispering again and again and again and again: iloveyou
Videogame players essentially choose whether to win the game or to die heroically. There's a certain glory in both.
The amazing thing is that we're right to hold onto hope. The world may be broken but hope is not crazy.
Every second of your definitionally temporary consciousness, you are choosing how you spend something that will not last forever.
Being in a relationship, that's something you choose. Being friends, that's something you just are.
She would stay on the road and in hiding, a balloon floating through the sky, eating up hundreds of miles a day with a help of the perpetual tailwind.
But if you consider all the unlikely things together, at least one of them will probably happen to each of us.
I was surprised. I'd always associated belief in heaven with, frankly, a kind of intellectual disengagement. But Gus wasn't dumb.
Do the thing you're good at. Not many people are lucky enough to be so good at something.
The only thing worse than having a party that no one attends is having a party attended only by two vastly, deeply uninteresting people.
You're arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that's a lie, and you know it.
No reason to be angry. Anger just distracts from the all-encompassing sadness.
He really was beautiful. I know boys aren’t supposed to be, but he was.
I knew that I would know more dead people. The bodies pile up. Could there be a space in my memory for each of them, or would I forget a little of Alaska every day for the rest of my life?
but there was nothing I could do to dim the supernovae exploding inside my brain, an endless chain of intra cranial firecrackers
She's cute, I thought, but you don't need to like a girl who treats you like you're ten: You've already got a mom.
... I didn't know whether to feel angry at her for making me part of her suicide or just to feel angry at myself for letting her go.
I wouldn't have cared if my girlfriend was a Jaguar-driving Cyclops with a beard - I'd have been grateful just to have someone to make out with.
You know your problem, Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be themselves.
I was not religious, but I liked rituals. I liked the idea of connecting an action with remembering.
But I was not in the band, because I suffer from the kind of tone deafness that is generally associated with actual deafness
The abbreviated exam week meant that Wednesday was the last day of school for us. And all day long, it was hard not to walk around, thinking about the lastness of it all.
Life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future.
He just waited until I stopped talking and said, 'Jesus, kid, you're almost a detective. All you need now is a gun, a gut, and three ex-wives. So what's your theory?
I’m not up for laughing, but their laughter makes the room feel safer, so we begin to explore.
Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy . . . well.
In my opinion, actual heroism, like actual love, is a messy, painful, vulnerable business—and I wanted to try to reflect that.
Oh, Wikipedia, with your tension between those who would share knowledge and those who would destroy it.
That doesn't sound like my Margo", she said, and I thought of my Margo, and all of us looking at her reflection in different funhouse mirrors.
he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with. i have to believe that’s a sign.
People are supposed to care. It's good that people mean something to you, that you miss people when they're gone.
